"Spare Me" lyrics
(Wes Rudynvoski)
Go, go, uh, 4
Go, go, uh, uh 4
Backdoor, Backdoor, Backdoor
Popped a P and kept it pushin', thought they wasn't lookin' (Ayy, yeah)
Drove that double-R Like a NASCAR, pussy (Yeah, yeah)
This bitch thought I wanted to smash her pussy (Ayy)
I just want this bitch to count this cash up, pussy (Yeah, yeah)
If you gon' kill him, lift yo' mask up, pussy (Yeah)
If you so player, you don't ask for her pussy
Got a pent house to take the bitch, don't fuck in cars, pussy
But if she wanna fuck, make sure it's double-R's, pussy (Sound)
Say I'm livin' large, pussy
I'm gettin' money, I don't have to 'flage, pussy
Nigga, you super pussy
Took yo' bitch and, nigga, I fucked her, so I know you pussy
Gave her back, nigga, I didn't cuff her, you can have that pussy
I just bought that pussy a couple bags
I just bought that pussy a couple flights from here and back
I just bought that pussy Tom Ford heels, she lookin' bad
Bought that pussy, I paid for her 'cause I got a sack
Once I fuck that pussy, bitch, I'm gone, no lookin' back
Unless you can cook, I'm back
Food good, I'm back, would you look at that? (Uh)
Ghost, pull up to the streets, what you lookin' at? (Uh)
Kids playin' bingo with the car, I'm lookin' back (Uh)
Know these pussy niggas hatin' and I'm seein' that
Say the trap music dead, I'ma bring it back
Say the label payin' for this shit, I'ma swing the tab
Step-back, uppercut, then swing the jab
My lil' bitch a Muslim, came to me in her hijab
In New York, you want somethin' from me, bitch, I'm posted on the fuckin' ave
I got birdies and I'll make them take a fuckin' bath, then it's, "Bye-bye birdie"
He got money, then I let him have
Count this paper 'til my motherfuckin' fingers scab
When I first started trappin', started with a half
'Member when they first started bappin', you don't know the half (Yeah, yeah)
If they find out what I'm cookin', I'ma blow the lab
Backdoor's Laboratory, throwin' fours is necessary
New trap house, it got three stories
Glock, but no conceal to carry
Drop the tape, then chance the months, it's Halloween in February
Cartier still screamin', "Wear me"
I kill the bear and eat the bear meat
Bitch needed some pape', sob story spare me
Bitch, cry me a river (Wes Rudynvoski), I'll give you ten thousand, tell me
What's yo' favorite song of mine?
Found the gold, then blowed the mine
Popped a Perc', then blowed her mind
Babies in her mouth, none those are mine
Go, go, uh, 4
Go, go, uh, uh 4
Backdoor, Backdoor, Backdoor
Popped a P and kept it pushin', thought they wasn't lookin' (Ayy, yeah)
Drove that double-R Like a NASCAR, pussy (Yeah, yeah)
This bitch thought I wanted to smash her pussy (Ayy)
I just want this bitch to count this cash up, pussy (Yeah, yeah)
If you gon' kill him, lift yo' mask up, pussy (Yeah)
If you so player, you don't ask for her pussy
Got a pent house to take the bitch, don't fuck in cars, pussy
But if she wanna fuck, make sure it's double-R's, pussy (Sound)
Say I'm livin' large, pussy
I'm gettin' money, I don't have to 'flage, pussy
Nigga, you super pussy
Took yo' bitch and, nigga, I fucked her, so I know you pussy
Gave her back, nigga, I didn't cuff her, you can have that pussy
I just bought that pussy a couple bags
I just bought that pussy a couple flights from here and back
I just bought that pussy Tom Ford heels, she lookin' bad
Bought that pussy, I paid for her 'cause I got a sack
Once I fuck that pussy, bitch, I'm gone, no lookin' back
Unless you can cook, I'm back
Food good, I'm back, would you look at that? (Uh)
Ghost, pull up to the streets, what you lookin' at? (Uh)
Kids playin' bingo with the car, I'm lookin' back (Uh)
Know these pussy niggas hatin' and I'm seein' that
Say the trap music dead, I'ma bring it back
Say the label payin' for this shit, I'ma swing the tab
Step-back, uppercut, then swing the jab
My lil' bitch a Muslim, came to me in her hijab
In New York, you want somethin' from me, bitch, I'm posted on the fuckin' ave
I got birdies and I'll make them take a fuckin' bath, then it's, "Bye-bye birdie"
He got money, then I let him have
Count this paper 'til my motherfuckin' fingers scab
When I first started trappin', started with a half
'Member when they first started bappin', you don't know the half (Yeah, yeah)
If they find out what I'm cookin', I'ma blow the lab
Backdoor's Laboratory, throwin' fours is necessary
New trap house, it got three stories
Glock, but no conceal to carry
Drop the tape, then chance the months, it's Halloween in February
Cartier still screamin', "Wear me"
I kill the bear and eat the bear meat
Bitch needed some pape', sob story spare me
Bitch, cry me a river (Wes Rudynvoski), I'll give you ten thousand, tell me
What's yo' favorite song of mine?
Found the gold, then blowed the mine
Popped a Perc', then blowed her mind
Babies in her mouth, none those are mine
